A Forbidden Affair - Irresistible

Jayden got back from work later than usual.

He pulled off his clothes, took a long shower, and headed straight to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Work had gone better than he expected.

For now, he was just an ordinary employee—learning, observing, starting from the basics before stepping into something bigger. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought either.

Still… painting was different.

Painting was freedom.

When he finished cooking, he wiped his hands and made his way upstairs.

“Lena!” he called.

No response.

He frowned slightly and knocked on her door—softly at first, then a little louder.

Still nothing.

He pushed the door open gently.

And there she was.

Lying on the bed… peaceful.

Jayden paused at the door, his breath slowing.

She looked so calm. 

She was going to be the death of him.

He knew his father loved Lena. That alone should have been enough reason to stay away.

But he couldn’t.

Call him selfish—he didn’t care.

His father had never thought of his mother or his sister when it mattered. Why should he be the one to sacrifice now?

At first, it was just a game.

Teasing her. Pushing her. Watching her react.

But after that night…

Everything changed.

It was like a part of her had settled inside him, refusing to leave no matter how hard he tried.

He loved her.

A small smile formed on his lips when she made a soft sound in her sleep, her mouth twitching slightly.

He stepped closer, his eyes slowly tracing every detail of her face.

Her long lashes.

Her soft skin.

Her lips…

“You drive me crazy, girl,” he murmured.

He turned to leave, but the sound of his footsteps stirred her awake.

“Jayden…” Lena said softly, rubbing her eyes. “You’re back?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I made food. Came to check if you were home.”

She stretched slightly, letting out a quiet yawn. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

Jayden chuckled.

“What?” she asked, confused.

He stepped closer and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

The contact made her freeze.

“You’ve got drool,” he said casually.

“What?!” Lena gasped, immediately covering her mouth. “Jayden!”

She pushed him lightly and rushed to the bathroom, embarrassed.

Jayden laughed under his breath, shaking his head.

“I’ll be waiting,” he said before walking out.

A few minutes later, Lena came downstairs, now changed into something comfortable, her hair neatly packed.

Jayden stood up slightly and pulled out a chair for her.

She paused, surprised, then sat.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

He only nodded, watching her more than he should.

They ate quietly.

When they finished, they went upstairs.

Jayden stood in front of his canvas.

But he wasn’t looking at it.

He was looking at her.

Lena reclined on the velvet chaise beside his easel, the silk cloth draped loosely over her shoulder. It had slipped slightly, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone.

“Don’t move,” he murmured.

His voice was low.

He picked up his charcoal, sketching quickly—sharp, intentional strokes that followed the natural curve of her body.

But to Lena, every sound felt louder than it should.

Like a heartbeat echoing in the room.

Jayden stepped closer.

His shadow fell over her.

His fingers lifted, brushing lightly against her jaw, tilting her face toward the light.

The moment his skin touched hers, something shifted.

He stepped back again, forcing himself to focus.

He mixed the paints slowly, carefully blending shades until he found the exact tone of her skin.

Each stroke he applied felt more personal than the last.

This wasn’t just art anymore.

This was her.

And maybe… something deeper.

Then he looked at her.

Really looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.

He had said it before.

Many times.

But this time… it didn’t feel casual.

It felt like a confession.

Lena’s gaze dropped, her cheeks warming.

He walked toward her slowly.

Lifted her chin again.

And pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Please be mine,” he whispered.

She looked up at him.

And for a moment, everything else disappeared.

Their eyes locked, holding onto something neither of them wanted to name.

She broke first.

Standing quickly.

Trying to escape whatever was building between them.

But he caught her hand.

“Why don’t you want to trust me?” he asked quietly.

“It’s not about what I want,” she said, her voice unsteady. “It’s about doing what’s right.”

She shook her head slightly.

“This… whatever this is… it’s wrong.”

But even she didn’t sound convinced.

Jayden stepped closer.

“If you can look into my eyes and answer this honestly,” he said, his voice low and steady, “I’ll let it go. I’ll bury everything.”

She swallowed.

“Do you love me?”

Silence.

Lena bit her lip, her gaze dropping.

She couldn’t say it.

But she couldn’t deny it either.

And he saw it.

That was enough.

“That’s the answer I needed,” he said softly.

He let go of her hand.

“I’ll be going somewhere tomorrow. I won’t be back till the weekend.”

He turned to leave.

“Wait!” she called, surprising even herself.

He stopped.

“Are you going with Scarlett?” she asked quietly.

A smirk appeared on his lips as he turned back.

“Are you jealous?”

“No—I just—”

“I’m not,” he said, stepping closer again.

His eyes softened slightly.

“You look cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” she insisted, but her voice betrayed her.

He didn’t argue.

Instead, he closed the distance between them.

And kissed her.

This time, there was no hesitation.

Lena’s hands instinctively found his neck, pulling him closer.

Jayden responded instantly, his grip tightening around her as if letting go wasn’t an option anymore.

“Richard will be home soon…” she whispered against his lips.

Jayden bites her lips as a punishment for trying to ruin the moment.

But he didn’t stop.

“You don’t just turn me on,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “You make me lose control.”

He bent down and kissed her, carrying her up and deepening the kiss.

Then he begins to caress her body, enjoying the response of her body as she moans into his mouth; she holds his neck and begins to grind against him, earning a groan from him.

The sound makes her feel good.

They remained in that position for a while, her hands wrapped around his neck while his hands held her ass.

Their foreheads joined together.

Jayden! She called softly, and his cock throbbed.

Fuck! He cursed, and before she could understand a thing he slammed his lips to hers again.

He kissed her roughly, fondling her ass; she could feel her panties soaked.

You don't just turn me on; you make me lose my senses, he said with a groan as he put her down and spanked her ass.